Orchestrating Haiku
Symphony of black,
my uniform for decades —
stage no longer mine.
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Harmonics converge
in a dissonant parade
of the marching bands.
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(Thanks for the uniform prompt.)
Tags: Dissonance, Haiku & Senryu, Marching Bands, Music Haiku, Noise Humor, Orchestra Musicians, Parade Humor, Symphony Dress Code, Symphony Verse
Good one, Madeleine! You say a lot in a few well chosen words.
I, too, wore a uniform of black for many years. Now I lean toward purple, and occasionally green. :-)
I love how condensed your poem are, packed with so much meaning!
A wonderful and powerful uniform to wear….I did not play but sang in choirs…behind these symphonies that always left me in ah….thank you…for you service…bkm
I surmise a lot from ‘harmonics converge in a dissonant parade’. May be harmony in the rough and tumble of life. May be, after all, a parade sets up the stage for bits and pieces to fall into place. Or may be, in any event, as a band marches the stage is set and all the incongruous voices merge into a symphony and are carried on on the waves of free-flowing theme.
Thanks to all of you for your lovely and amusing comments! And thanks Lorot for giving me more credit for profound messaging than I fear is due me. I do love your interpretation of my haiku!
Johnny Cash – the man in black?
I simply love the idea of the ‘symphony of black’.
It has its moments with me as well!!
Eileen
Bravo! Well done …
Thanks very much everyone!